The doors were left a little open to give him air, and were locked in that way.

There was a narrow, sliding door, four feet from the floor of the car, and, in some way or other, old Ned pushed this door open, crawled through it, and tumbled out on the ground.

When I was coming from school, I saw him walking along the track.

He hadn't hurt himself, except for a few cuts.

He was glad to see me, and followed me home.